Angry clouds beset me, casting shadows of gray on the backdrop of time.
Dark tumors of despair grow unchecked in the empty fallows of my mind, as they
Snake across the barren terrain and choke the dreams that remain.
Consolations now forgotten as their poison corrupts my soul.
I looked for elation and my eyes beheld only the blackness of unremitting nights.
Time dangled the final link before me, as the anchor fell, and into
The depths I go, as I relinquish all.
J. Allen Wilson © 2002 All Rights Reserved